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how to do natural look raggedy anne makeup

If you haven’t already guessed, I’m playing Raggedy Ann in the upcoming ballet performance.  I’ve can’t really find a how-to online, so I thought I’d write a couple of my own.  Here’s a step-by-step makeup guide on how to create a Raggedy Ann look on the more natural side.

  • Start with your foundation base.
  • cheeks: Use your regular color blush or maybe a little darker. I used a foundation brush (Mary Kay of course) because it’s a lot stiffer than a blush brush so it can apply heavy color in a circular shape easier than a softer blush brush. Smile big so you can see the apples of your cheeks and you know where to apply the color. Now stop smiling and press the applicator to your cheeks and leave it in one place but swish it slightly. Make sense?  Keep applying color until you get it as dark as you want it. Repeat on the other side.
  • freckles: Use a soft pencil eyeliner to apply freckles.  Press liner onto your face and keep in one place and turn the eyeliner. Don’t try to draw it on or the freckles will be too big (unless you want them really big) and they won’t be perfect little circles.  I used Cover Girl eyeliner (the cheapest one with the sponge on the opposite end.) If your pencil isn’t drawing as nicely as you like, wet the tip and try again.
  • eyebrows: Use a stiff brush to fill in color and enhance your brows. You can also use a brow pencil.  Because this is a more natural rag doll look, you can use your normal brow liner color. If you’re not used to doing that, you can feather in with an eyeliner or dark brown eye shadow. I used a shadow with a reddish tint rather than my usual brown.
  • eyelashes: False eyelashes of course! Follow the directions on your package.  Or use lots of mascara. I didn’t do anything to my lower lashes for this photo because I was going for a more natural look. (Raggedy Ann crazy eyes coming soon. I already have pictures!)
  • lips: Rock ‘n Red nourishine plus lipgloss by Mary Kay matches perfectly with a Raggedy Ann yarn wig.  This wig is available off Amazon through several different vendors. The wig comes with pigtails, but I thought it looked better down with a headband and bow.
  • coming soon: bolder Raggedy Ann look for performance and stage

dance camp woes

Not beginner. Not beginner. Not beginner.

I expected something different at dance camp tonight based on the description, so I got a little whiplash when it was the usual hard stuff, just a different name.

I was really looking forward to something easier than what I normally get on Monday nights because this week was supposed to be BEGINNER.

A few minutes into class, I thought about running from the room and joining the rest of the family at the swimming pool, but I re-grouped and just decided, oh well, might as well stay even though it was NOT what I was expecting.

Here’s the shortened class description sent out in a reminder e-mail a few days ago:

13 years to adult class for beginners and “refreshers” is on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday at 5:15 to 6:45 PM.

BUT WAIT! That’s not all:

Demonstration and improvization dance at 6:30 on Thursday. Invite friends and family.

Say WHAT?  There is no stinking way that I’m inviting anyone and there’s also no way that I’m doing any type of anything in front of these kids’ parents. nope. NOT gonna happen. I think I’ll just sit on the sidelines and enjoy the show that the teeny boppers put on.

flashback to last Tuesday:

Awesome! There are a few extra classes this summer for mixed ages and levels–level III and up. Last week, there were 5 young girls on one barre, us 3 old ladies along the barre on the wall, and GASP, Mr. Studly Danseur on the barre all by himself in the middle of the room. Never had class with HIM before.  Plus bonus entertainment: Miss Never Know what she’s going to wear had on salmon tights and a different color salmon shirt.

After stretching on the barre for a good thirty minutes or so, Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher told us to turn and face the barre. This particular week that put me facing the wall and thus, facing away from anyone I can watch to see what I’m supposed to be doing. This always causes inward groaning on my part especially when she shows us combinations that I have no way of doing without watching someone.

YIKES.

I almost stood next to or across from Mr. Mr. so I could watch him or someone else. Seriously, I couldn’t wrap my head around this super fast-paced, feet ever-changing movement. OVERWHELMING. I stayed put. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t get this one. I turned my head to the right and to the left  and they didn’t exactly know what they were doing either.  I think the 3 of us were all trying to follow each other and since no one was leading, the following was quite haphazard. I just started to laugh and wished I hadn’t even attempted it.  Then it was time for the next combination. Oh good, I know this one. We’ve done it lots of times in class. Not that I’ve ever gotten it correct, but with this demonstration, I think I finally caught on to the order of things. I did it. I think Miss BBT was super surprised that I was actually doing what I was kind of supposed to because she shrieked my name rather loudly with a “GOOD.”

oh yeah, I got this. This class was much easier for me–only one overwhelming part instead of many–and I’m guessing it was because of the barre full of under age 12 level III girls. 🙂  I like to be challenged, but I do not like to be overwhelmed repeatedly.

My knees are hurting. When I started to climb the stairs on Saturday for conditioning, I didn’t get very far when I turned around to go back to the van to get some ibuprofen. Tonight, walking the stairs was pain-free but it wasn’t very long, when the pain started shooting from my knee with the slightest of plie’.  ugh

On the agenda for tomorrow: I suppose it will be another day of beginner/refresher dance that’s not beginner.

liturgical costumes: the sarcasm and the serious

I came across a seven year old post about liturgical costumes and I laughed the whole way through it and all 47 comments so then I had to go read the post again.

My favorite sarcastic descriptions:

“Also, please note the versatility of this costume, as it also allows you to wear again if ever you had to double as medieval court jester in a pantomime. Glorious!”

“Please also note the flattering V-shape of the blouse, which succeeds in bringing your bosom to the region of your waist ”

“Highly recommended for roles which require you to play the angel atop the Christmas tree.”

To read more and to see the costumes being described, go here.

no more sarcasm, my serious opinion

Liturgical dance costumes should be both modest and flattering. As we focus on worshiping God, our clothing should reflect the intent and rhythm of the dance whether it’s reverent worship or joyful upbeat praise. Modesty doesn’t have to equal frumpy or ugly (what I would consider most if not all of the costumes at the above link.) Wearing something unattractive would be as much of a distraction for the audience as dressing immodestly. Our garments of praise can and should be beautiful since the One who gave us dance and the One we dance for is a God of beauty.

me and my unitard

I was telling my sister-in-law about my costume and she had to interrupt me and say,

“Wait can you repeat that?  You lost me at the word, “unitard.”

Yes, even though this costume I’m wearing is loose and flowing, it is called a unitard (but so are the skin tight ones which I am not, in fact,  wearing.)  She told me that she’ll be looking for a post called “me and my unitard.”So this post is dedicated to Miss Sister-in-Law who always wanted to take ballet as a child but who harbors no such desire as an adult.

My costume is white. The color of snow. I decided to order myself a white leotard to wear under this thing. Apparantly, one is supposed to wear a skin colored body liner, not a white one. I actually had been looking at those too, but for whatever reason, I decided to go with the white. Other ladies told me you can really see white under white but the skin colored one, you can’t see–just offers coverage. So I got online and found myself a nude colored body liner. Finding one in my size: now that was an accomplishment!

The body liners are also called second skins. You’re not kidding me. I ordered my little miss a new leotard at the same time, so they shipped together.  Her leotard (she wears girls size 8-10) was in a small enough little package, but my new liner was not just half the size of her leotard all folded up, I’d say it was 1/4 of the size or even smaller, about the size of handkerchief. Phew.  It seemed small, but boy did that sucker stretch over my torso.  Just add a couple of pads out of a sports bra, and I am ready for my white unitard.

A couple weeks ago, I had on my costume to be fitted for the burgandy overlay. As I was looking in the mirror, I started to panic. That was the first time since I made the decision to go ahead and do the performance that I was having doubts. I thought to myself, who am I to be on stage, especially wearing THIS?? Seriously, why am I doing this?  But then I told myself everyone was wearing this costume that adds 20 pounds to the hips and another 20 just in general and that the costume would look lovely with nine of us wearing them for a liturgical dance. And besides it’s just a costume, right?

Seriously, though. Nothing about this thing is slenderizing. yup. Me and my unitard and an overlay.

frizzy bun

20120317-211120.jpgI just took this photo with my ipod then uploaded it to my blog: how cool is that? I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to wear a bun for the performance.  um. ugh. I have fairly curly hair and I’m just not sure how it’s all going to turn out.  I just took a bunch of clips out of my hair that I’ve been wearing for a day and a half, so I thought I’d smooth it out and try a bun.

This is the 30 second version with no pins or clips, no comb or brush–just my fingers, a ponytail holder, and hair net. I guess if I can do this in half a minute, then if I spend 3-5 minutes on it with some water, gel, hairspray, and pins, it might turn out ok. My main concern is my little curly wings at the nape of my neck.  Superglue?

I’m used to doing my little miss’s bun whose hair is straight, fine and thin. Anyone with curly hair care to share how their ballet bun gets all slick and ballet-ey?

you don’t want to dance with the fan

The staff of Ballet Magnificat taught masters’ classes this week at my dance studio. My little miss went to a beginner class (but in ballet world, beginner actually means that you’ve been taking ballet for at least 3 years. go figure.)

The instructor told everyone to find a place by the barre so my little miss promptly positioned herself at the end of the barre a couple inches from the fan, edging out an adult dancer.

“No, no, no sweetie” I thought. “Don’t stand there! Someone else–an adult no less- is already standing there.  Look at all the empty spaces between little people your own size! Oh well..what’s a mom to do?”

The adult, who was presumably coming to this beginner class to warm up for the advanced class, gave her a sideways glance and went to the free-standing barre at the center of the room, leaving my little miss to dance with the fan.

And dance with the fan, she did. I don’t think she ever actually knocked into it, but I was just about to get off the bench and move it when the instructor went to pick up the fan and laughingly said,

“You don’t want to dance with the fan.”

My little miss loved the class, got some nice corrections. She would dance everyday if she could.

coming soon: my masters’ class.

down, skirt, down!

 I decided to wear my skirt tonight to rehearsal. I’ve never worn it to ballet class before. I did happen to wear it all summer long to the pool over one of my bathing suits. Did you know that a dance skirt can double as a swim skirt? Or at least this one can. This is the skirt I ordered nearly a year ago when I thought I needed to wear leo and tights to conditioning class.

You know how you want to do something,  but you don’t do it JUST BECAUSE. And the longer that you don’t do it, then you keep on not doing it because you’ve been not doing it for so long that you’re afraid to START doing it. I realize I’m just talking about wearing a skirt to class or rehearsal instead of my usual pants, but I do this in other areas of my life as well.  So I decided to just wear the skirt already. Rehearsal was on a different night than normal;  we were in a different studio space, so I figured I could dress differently too. Plus it passed inspection by my 7 year old ballerina fashionista which was definitely the most important deciding factor.

So now that I have broken the ice with this skirt, I feel like I can wear it anytime I want. I have some everyday footless black tights so I just slipped those over my leotard (just have to say here that you’ll never see me wearing pink tights over my leotard, only under. This is my rule…however if my black tights had a visible gusset well, then I wouldn’t wear them over or under.  Wouldn’t wear them over because I think gussets are the ultimate in tackiness because no one wants to see that!!!!  Seriously, no one wants to see your gusset.) Also please note that I didn’t wear my footed black tights because I couldn’t bear the thought of black tights in pink ballet shoes. I’m shuddering at the thought.

I digress. So I’m wearing my skirt and dancing, and it twirls. I knew it would twirl a little, but this skirt happens to twirl A LOT. We have several turns in our choreography and I saw my skirt in the mirror and I thought,

“Woaaaaah Nellie, down skirt down!”

I found myself hesitant in my turns because my skirt was flaring out so much and I also found myself putting my hands down to keep it down like Marilyn did when she stood over the vent. NOT GOOD. Not good refers to me being distracted by my skirt, not the fact that is was all twirly whirly. So after a couple times of messing with it after a turn, I just decided to ignore  it, move like I normally do and go with it. Just don’t dance too close to me or you might get whipped by my skirt.

on toning, red socks, and lifts…random mid-week ramblings

When I was hugging my hubby today, he said that he can tell I’m toning up a little and he likes it. Oh yeah.  It’s the barre you know. Those deep, long stretches towards the barre, away from the barre, and to the floor.

Forgetful. I have random things swirling around in my head, so I’m emptying my thoughts here of all the things that I forgot to put in my other rehearsal and class posts.

“I thought we’ve done this on Saturdays,” Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher said to me when I was hesitant to start moving across the floor… Oh yes, I’ve seen this particular movement done several times in the last 3/4 of a year. But me actually do it…never. I know that it is easy peasy. But for some reason, my feet and legs, not to mention my arms, have been unable to transfer all this easy peasyness into action.  My little miss even does it beautifully in her beginner class. Uncoordinated in some movements, I am.

I discovered another enjoyable ballet blog today, Dancing over the Hill  linked off another one that I’ve been reading, Back to the Barre. So I’m adding both to my sidebar. (Just let me know if you don’t want me to do this.)

During class, as the minutes tick by, and the barre combinations get increasingly quicker and more complex as we warm up, I always get to the point when I think, I just need to go to class with the little girls where things aren’t so advanced, but I carry on. This week, Miss BBT made it a point to explain that when we plie, releve on both feet 4 times, then coupe and releve on just one foot, we always start with the right foot. She repeated this instruction a couple times, emphasizing start with your right foot. Oh good. I was ready. I was going to start on my right. And I did.  I lifted my right foot and stood strong on my left foot. WRONG WRONG WRONG. Apparently, when you start with your right foot, that means to stand on your right foot, not lift it. And as I am writing about this, even now, I am wondering if I am remembering it wrong.  Oh well, another possible light bulb moment for me. Miss BBT was probably thinking, I said 3 times to start with the right foot. What is she doing? Doesn’t she ever listen? Oh, yes, Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher, I am always listening! Always. I just don’t always understand.

I told you this was random.

One of the ladies in class is eccentric in her dress. You never know what she is going to show up wearing. I love it! I’d love to call her by her real nickname, but I’m not using real names on this blog. Once she came to rehearsal straight from work, so she just slipped a pair of leggings under her wool dress. She has long hair, and lots of it! Sometimes, it’s down, and sometimes, she has it pulled up in a loose bun with hair falling out all around–messy but pretty. And once, my favorite–her hair was tightly rolled up into leopard print little ties all over head.   She often wears shorts over tights with a sheer skirt over it, and a t-shirt over leotard that usually disappears or gets tied up half-way up her torso once we’ve warmed up a bit. And all these items of clothing–a variety of colors and patterns 🙂 Finally, the best ensemble of all, and I say this with great fondness and affection: white ballet shoes, red socks, pink leg warmers, purple shorts. Just don’t let flower number seven into our studio; she would be appalled at the way all the adults in our class dress.

Still rambling here.

And last but not least, in fact, this could maybe even be most as in filed under most ridiculous or most entertaining or most stupid question.  Except there are no stupid questions, right?   On with it now….So my husband asked me a few weeks ago if I was going to be doing any lifts with Mr. (insert name of your choice of a studly danseur.) This question is so absurd that I didn’t know how to react or answer. In fact, I didn’t react at all. I easily kept a straight face with no emotion. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or serious. If he were kidding, well, then maybe I could laugh it off. But if his question was serious, then I could only guess that it comes from a lack of dance knowledge. Dancing with a partner is not even a blip on my radar. Because I am not strong enough. Not skilled enough. I could go on and on and on. I would need to be able to jump and leap all by myself before expecting someone else to catch me in the air….Now I realize Mr. (again insert danseur name of your choice) could probably bench press the same amount of weight that is the number on the scale when I step on it, however, I’m not exactly in the same weight class as the other ladies that he’s currently hoisting around. Not even close. So, my dear lover, I will not be doing any lifts. Ever. But I should never say never. So I’ll just say not for a very long time, anyway.  Oh, and my husband’s question: he was not kidding; he was serious.

Even though I won’t be doing any fancy schmancy graceful pas de deux, I would love to dance with my husband–maybe a waltz! Since he can’t lead, and I can’t follow, that won’t happen anytime soon. The leading and following: I’m referring to just dance, you know. We would need to take a class and work together. If we ever did actually do that, hopefully, it would go better than the last class we took.